“Tell me what you want,” he said, his hard cock poised tantalisingly above me.
“I want to be your Mommy-slut, your three-hole cum bucket, your bimbo whore,” I listed, each term turning me on even more.
“You still want to make me into a mother fucker?” he asked mischievously from above me, ready to take the plunge at any instant he chose.
“A dominant mother fucker,” I corrected.
“Then beg!”
“Please Jason, PLEASE pound Mommy’s cunt with your great big cock,” I begged urgently. “PLEASE slam Mommy’s pussy with your fat dick, make Mommy your personal bimbo for as long as you’ll have me!”
“Oh yes,” he groaned as he descended from the heavens and slammed into me five furious times. Then froze in place again, this time deep inside me.
“No, no, no,” I pleaded when he stopped. “Please stop teasing Mommy. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and decades since I was fucked by a real man with a real man’s cock.”
“Going forward I’m going to fuck you anytime, anywhere,” he explained, still lodged deep inside me but not moving.
“And in any hole,” I added, wanting to give him complete control over me.
“Morning… day… and night,” he grunted, one deep thrust with each term.
“And in-between,” I added.
He pulled me up some more, his cock not leaving me, before he finally began fucking me… and hooray!… slamming me hard.
“Oh yes baby, fuck your Mommy, fuck Mommy hard,” I babbled, pleasure consuming me like a prairie fire.
“I’ve fantasized this forever,” he admitted.
“Then make all your fantasies come true,” I moaned, my orgasm already imminent.
“That will include your eating some pussy,” he said, not slowing down.
“Mommy was happy to eat a lot of pussy in college,” I revealed, although the sentence had a lot of moaning and pauses inserted into it before it all came out.
“Delicious,” he said.
“It was,” I agreed, before I closed my eyes and let the pleasure of my son’s big cock consume me.
A minute.
No more.
And I screamed, “Yes, you made Mommy COOOOOMMMMEEE!!,” as the most intense orgasm I could ever remember ripped through me.
He didn’t slow down as my body quaked.
“You look so beautiful when you’re coming,” he said, as I allowed my body just to become one with the pleasure and with my son.
“Oh, God,” I responded weakly, the pleasure continuing to course through me like a never-ending storm.
He pulled out of me and our combined cum gushed out as he flipped me onto my side and slammed back into my pussy.
“Oh yes, more, please more,” I moaned, as he slammed into me and my orgasm refused to leave even as a second orgasm began rising inside me.
“I’m going to fuck you all day,” he said.
“All Nude Day,” I moaned.
“We’ll be nude every day,” he countered. He wrapped an arm around me, cupping my breast as he kept fucking me.
“Oh, yes,” was all I could muster as pleasure continued to consume me heart, body and soul.
For half an hour he kept fucking me. Yet another way that thank God he didn’t take after his father.
He did me on my side.
Then on my stomach as he pile drove me from behind, making the entire bed bounce.